It is better to spend one day contemplating the birth and death of all things than a hundred years never contemplating beginnings and endings.

This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Why since I am myself subject to birth, ageing, disease, death, sorrows and defilement, do I seek after what is also subject to these things? Suppose, being myself subject these things, seeking danger in them, I were to seek the unborn, unageing, und

Seeking but not finding the house builder I travelled through life after life. How painful is repeated birth! House-builders, you have now been seen. You will not build the house again

For all mortals, birth is suffering, ageing is suffering, sickness is suffering.

Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds